TIMOTHY


Timothy, I don't blame you
For trying to change the world
From that forrest in your mind
And you know you're the most splendid
Because that's what the voices said
But, Timothy, I worry about you
Your world it is the abstract
Too beautiful, too deep
It inspires itself to grow, to evolve
The golden throne sits alone 
And you sit among the geraniums
Looking out into the world
Timothy, you hate the shallow 
Timothy, you are frustrated by the image of the new century
Timothy, darling, you have to get up
Walk into the woods and carve a new world
You have to round up an army
Who will beat boulder with lilly
And carve statues of gods
Timothy, you have to become the whole world
You have to shudder against the universe
You have to pull down the concrete pillars
To build the golden palaces of poetry
And when the towns burn and the ugly townsfolk flee
Come out from the woods and make your claim
For the world will be yours to recreate
Timothy the time is upon you and your army
Start forging the roads
Spew great sonnets of aesthetic revolution
Make the call to your tribesmen
And the future will be one with the past
Timothy, I don't blame you
For trying to change the world
From the forrest of your mind
But now you must leave the trees
Pick up the lilly and fight the war...

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